Honoria Smythe-Smith, the youngest daughter of the eldest son of the Earl of Winstead, plays the violin in the annual musicale performed by the Smythe-Smith quartet. She's well aware that they are dreadful. In fact, she freely admits (to her cousins) that she is probably the worst of the... read more
Once again, #1 New York Times bestselling author Julia Quinn transports her readers to historical romance heaven! Quinn’s Just Like Heaven is the dazzling first installment of a delightful quartet of Regency Era-set tales featuring the romantic exploits of the well-meaning but... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“And also for Paul, even though when I went to him for medical advice to save my ailing hero, he replied, "He has to die."”Julia Quinn
“The violinists lifted their instruments. The governess's hands hovered over the keys of her pianoforte. Iris let out a miserable groan but nonetheless put her bow to her cello. And then the horror began.”
“After 18 years no one attended a Smythe-Smith musical without some inkling of the horrors that lay ahead.”
“I was just thinking that this is just like heaven.” He was silent for a moment, and then, so softly she wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, he whispered, “Heaven couldn’t possibly compare.”Marcus
“Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.”
“When she was nearly to the house, Daniel nodded and said, “She hates you. You are officially a member of the family.”Daniel
“Heartless,” he murmured. “With you, always.”Marcus and Honoria
“A thousand acquaintances and one true friend. Such was his life.”Marcus
“I am trapped in a bad novel,” Iris announced, to no one in particular.”Iris
“Well, that explains it,” Cecily said with a wave of her hand. “Boys are beasts.”Cecily
“It was Honoria’s opinion that if Marcus was trapped for an afternoon with this gaggle of females he’d likely start shooting at them.”
“Is love ever ordinary?” Iris asked.”Iris
“Marcus— Mrs. Royle has asked me to extend an invitation to Bricstan this weekend. She plans a small house party, with the four ladies I mentioned, along with four young gentlemen from the university. I beg of you, do not accept. You shall be miserable, and then I shall be miserable, fretting over your misery. With affection, et cetera & et cetera, Honoria”Honoria
“Nonsense. Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don’t always know it.”
“Besides, she hadn’t exactly figured out how one might use the words “shovel” and “inconspicuous” in the same sentence.”Honoria
“She gasped in horror. “What does that mean?” Bloody hell, he was in for it now. “It doesn’t mean a thing. You were in London. I was in London.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “I saw every other lady, too.” And then, before he realized it was the worst thing he could have said, he added, “You’re just the only one I remember.”Honoria and Marcus
“He’d made her cry. He felt his head droop a little to one side. Just the thought of it was exhausting. Heartbreaking. He’d never wanted to make Honoria cry. She . . . She shouldn’t be . . . He swallowed. He didn’t want her to cry. He was so tired. He didn’t feel like he knew much, but he knew that.”Marcus
“It is better to marry a good man than to rush into a disaster,” her mother said, sounding terribly sage.”Honoria's mother.
“He had to kiss her. He had to. It was as basic and elemental as his breath, his blood, his very soul. And when he did . . . The earth stopped spinning. The birds stopped singing.”Marcus
“He nodded and ate some more. Or rather, drank some more. Did one eat soup or drink it?”Marcus
“Go, go,” she urged. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll find some other poor unsuspecting fool to torture. And yes, before you feel the need to protest, I did just call you a fool.”Honoria
“Well,” Honoria said, trying to inject a note of levity back into the air, “you’re not going to run naked through Hyde Park, are you?” “Not without you,” Sarah said slyly.”Honoria and Sarah
“He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.”Marcus
“There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor.”
Prologue
Chapter 1 to Chapter 23
Epilogue
Followed by A Night Like This.
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